Resisting The City's Bad Boy

lity of what I just heard. I cannot count how many steps, bu

erg

putation and the damn company, and they are so c

nestly? I was tossed into this cell like a nobody. Like a useless pig. Like somebody who did not have any value at

s! The temerity of thes

. I mean, me, of all people? Why don't they trade their precious stainless steel daughter to this so-called rich tycoon instead? Or maybe this is just a lie. Maybe there is actually no ri

er s

damn

ld. We are just collaterals for them. Some pieces of garbage that they can trade any chance they get

of their own mess because my child and I

use your head and do this for us. At least, I may be able to forgive

iven

is

nal bl

sed on my chest, and I face my father with the boldness that I never, at any moment in my life, had. "Never, Father! I will never agree to this. And about forgiveness, keep it, Father, for I a

talk me into this absurdity, they are so wrong! At this point, I don't care whether they throw me out into the streets. I am d

anted to play heroine with her caring actions, she should have done something about my case a long time ago. But she stood and watched. I supported all t

uch, and whether you like it or not, we are your parents. You need our forgive

is my middle name, and I am never drop

the hell out of my face! "Even nothing, coming from you both, is too much given what you have put me through. Suit yourselves, but I, Ayana Salma, will not be traded like garbage for yo

good for you, Ayanna!" Father speaks as

vity of how pissed off he is with my c

decision, is what is best for both me and my child."

just too far th

y and read his face, but, "Ahh!" I am on the floor with a broken cheekb

ole face is b

mmy

oo

own my cheeks, and I jerk myself up from the floor, looking in

s louder as she fal

her. Hug

nly solace in t

these cruel souls in this room and just cli